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My name is Burt. I?m a big good-looking twenty-five year old guy. I know I shouldn?t have included good-looking in that description, But I?m not bragging. I didn?t have anything to do with it, so I can?t claim credit for it. It?s just the way it is. After all, people have said it to me hundreds of times over the years. I said big. I?m 6?2? and weigh 210, but I?m solid, no flab. I?ve been married a little over two years. My wife Patty is beautiful. She?s one of those petite perky types with a really great body. I?ve got a good job that pays well, which is important because we were able to buy a house, plus Patty likes clothes and stuff. But I decided I wanted to buy something for just myself. That something was a Corvette. I?d always dreamed of one, so I thought, ?Why not?? I had the money. The ?why not? was that I couldn?t afford one. Yeah, I had the money, but it was going to wipe out my bank account and really put us in debt. But I wasn?t listening to that voice in my head. I got it and I was happy. That is for a short while. I was going too fast on a residential street, came up to a sharp curve, skidded into a fence, taking out the fence and half a dozen rose bushes lining it and slammed into the corner of the house. It didn?t do much damage to the house ? nothing structural ? but really fucked up the car. I had a couple of cracked ribs, but I walked away. It was proven I hadn?t been drinking or using drugs, but besides having to pay the house owners, I was given a stiff fine - $1,500. Where in Hell was I going to come up with that kind of money. If I went to jail I?d lose my job, probably my house and maybe my wife. I was in deep shit. After days of going crazy with worry and trying to come up with a solution I was at a loss. I confided isvecbahis to a buddy at work and he told me about a guy he?d heard about who made loans. Now the guy was a loan shark, but that obvious fact didn?t occur to me. I was so desperate I wasn?t thinking straight. Just how fucked up I was you?ll see. Anyway, I went to see the guy. I first met his ?assistant?, a guy named Moe. He was about my age and height, but was as thin as spaghetti. He looked like something from a Tim Burton movie, like originally he been two feet shorter and someone had grabbed his feet and hair and stretched him out. Even his face was long and thin. I told him my problem and he took me to see the Big Man. He was about twice my age, and wasn?t so big. He was probably 5?9? but was nicely built. You could see he worked out. Whereas Moe was pale blond, this guy was dark and from his five o?clock shadow you could tell he was hairy. He had some sort of thick accent I couldn?t place. I imagined he was from southern Italy or Sicily, or who knows, maybe North Africa. He just said his name was John, which I didn?t believe for a moment. I told him my situation and he agreed to lend me the money. I?m not going to tell you how much the interest was, because I?m already telling you things that make me look stupid. After getting the money I began thinking about the other problems I had. I needed more than just enough to pay the fine. I still had to pay for the damage I?d done to the house. Then I had a brilliant idea. One of the things I like to do is go to the races, and I?ve always been pretty lucky. I could take this money and double it or more. Then I could pay ?John? back and escape the interest payments. The next day I called in sick and went to the track, not telling isveçbahis giriş Patty ? of course. There was a horse running in the second race named ?This is It.? I knew it was the one. I put the whole 1,500 on it to win. It came in fourth. The shit just got deeper. The fine had to be paid, and soon. There was one solution, to go back to John and sell my soul to the devil. John wasn?t sympathetic. He was cold. Moe, who seldom opened his mouth, stood with a stone face. He reminded me of a weird statue. I was on the edge of panic. John looked at Moe with an evil grin and said, ?I think we?ve got one.? I didn?t get it. Then he said, ?Moe and I are two-of-a-kind in one respect. We like ass. I don?t mean that figuratively, I mean we literally like to fuck ass. So Burt, let us fuck your ass and I?ll lend you another 1,500. Say no and you?re out of here.? My mind couldn?t comprehend what he had said at first. I just sat there staring at him dumbly. I looked up at Moe. He actually raised his eyebrows a fraction of an inch. My brain started to function and I said, ?Are you saying that if I let you fuck me in the ass you?ll lend me $1,500?? John frowned and said, ?I think that?s what I just said. And that?s both of us.? I sat still for another long minute, and then jumped up. ?You?re nuts. What kind of sick bastard are you? Fuck you. I?m not anybody's bitch.? John didn?t react. He just calmly said, ?Well then, good-bye. You?re first payment is due next week. Moe, show him out.? I looked at Moe and turned toward the door. I had gone about half way when I stopped. It was as if my feet wouldn?t go of their own accord. I stood there for about five seconds and then turned back around. ?Who?ll know?? ?Nobody.? ?Where?? ?Right here.? ?When?? isveçbahis yeni giriş ?Right now. I?m ready, and I?m sure Moe is too.? I glanced at Moe, but he still had the same non-expression. I was trapped. The ultimate humiliation. What other option did I have? In my current mental state I couldn?t think of one. My brain was scrambled. I couldn?t get my thoughts together. Time had ceased to move. Everything seemed unreal. I just mumbled, ?OK.? John said, ?Come into the back room.? He got up from behind the desk and Moe walked to a door and opened it. John put his hand on my back and gently pushed me to get me moving. Moe followed us into the room and closed the door. The room had old Venetian blinds that were closed, casting the room in a soft glow. There was a couple of beat up chairs, a half empty bookcase and a big old-fashioned desk pushed up against the far wall. John and Moe at the same time began unbuttoning their shirts and pulling them off. I stood there stiffly, not thinking what to do. John said, ?OK Burt, get naked. None of this fucking with our pants around the ankles. This is the whole Monty.? I numbly started getting out of my clothes, taking off my shoes first, as if exposing my body last would help matters. They were both completely naked and pulling on their dicks before I had my pants off. They patiently stood there watching me slowly pull off my pants, then my T-shirt. I hesitated before pushing down my briefs, but knew it was no good postponing the moment. Both of their dicks were erect by the time I stepped out of my briefs. Mine was still limp. There was no way I could get aroused. I was scared shitless. A couple of unexpected things jumped out at me. First I noted that Moe wasn?t as skinny as I had imagined. He was muscular, but with those long sinewy type muscles, not the bulgy kind. Along with my looks, Mother Nature had given me a nice-sized dick, but Moe?s was at least an inch longer than mine, and probably just as big around.